I should have never let Billie drag me to this back-to-school party. Parties are for popular people who have a snap score higher than 300k. Not people like me who are barely reaching 50k.
Billie and I walk towards a house I have never seen before. Well, we didn't walk it was more of her taking these long strides and me jogging to catch up with her. It’s painted an ugly lime green with orange accents. That doesn’t matter though because fucking it’s huge.
Billie practically pulls me towards the door. There’s a boy standing there. I can’t help but notice that he's a wearing a fucking Gucci belt as if it’s not a fucking Gucci belt.
He must notice me staring because he grabs my chin and forces me to make eye contact. This guy did not just put his hands on me. Then he says, “My eyes are up here sunshine,”.
Oh god, I hope he can’t tell I’m fighting the urge to slap him on the inside. I can’t believe this guy had the audacity to touch my chin, I don't know where his hands have been. Maybe Dad was right about this year being different.
Then he lets go and turns to Billie. “What’s the password?”
Billie doesn’t miss a beat and says “Gravy,”.
That stuff is gross. It’s super slimy and it smells weird.
He opens the door and I take a deep breath when we walk past him. His cologne smells amazing. Besides the lack of respecting others' personal space, maybe white boys are winning.
I spot a bowl full of keys on a shelf to our right. I almost do a double take. Someone at this party has a fucking Lambo. Where the fuck are we?
Billie hasn’t let go of my arm and if I was light enough I know for sure that there would be a red mark on my wrist.
I hear a song I know playing, it seems like this party is in full bloom.
20/20, 20/20 vision cupid hit me, Cupid hit me with precision
Eye, wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind
Whoever made this playlist has really good taste in music. I love this song.
I think there are at least 60 people here which is the most people I've seen in one house before.
Billie pulls me into the kitchen.
“Lia, can you put some grapes in a cup for me, I’m going to get some chips,” I spot some green grapes at the end of the table. I despise green grapes. They're too sour.
“Okay, get me a water and a straw,” I replied walking towards the fruit.
There is a bowl of apple slices and someone set up little containers of peanut butter. That’s so thoughtful and cute.
I reach for a cup to put the grapes in but I am met with another hand.
I look up and it’s Bearox Boy.
Lia.exe stopped working.
I blink twice and he’s still there. I thought I would never see him again, why is he here?
“Sorry, go ahead,” I say, motioning towards the grapes.
“No it’s fine,” He replies stepping back.
Even though Billie is just a few feet away I feel like we’re the only ones in the room. Even his voice is cute. It’s deep as hell. He probably gets so many girls.
I put as many grapes as I can into the tiny cup, and one falls. I try to grab it but it rolls underneath the table.
He says that he’ll get it but I’m already under the table. I almost grab it when I hear other footsteps walk next to Bearox Boy.
“Wow, dinner and a show, am I right?” What the hell is he talking about oh. It dawns on me that this position I’m in has my butt sticking out from under the table. I grab the grape and stand up as quickly as I can dusting off my pants speed walking to the nearest garbage can.
“Excuse me, what did you just say?” Billie says arms crossed.
“I’m sorry,” the voice says but I can tell he doesn’t mean it. “It was a joke,” He laughs it off like that will make me feel any less uncomfortable.
I grab the cup and walk over to Billie’s side. I suddenly wish I had a sweater to wrap around my waist. Too bad it’s seventy-five degrees outside and all of my sweaters are in my closet collecting dust.
“A bad one,” Billie says.
The guy looks over to me, “Sorry, about that.”
“It’s fine, you’re right, it was just a joke,” I say wanting to get this conversation over with.
It’s my turn to grab Billie’s arm and pull her out of the dining room and into the hallway.
She looks up at me worried, “Hey, are you okay?”
“Yeah, he was just joking.” I try to shrug it off.
“Lia, I’m serious, are you alright?”
“No, I’m actually really uncomfortable.” Some girls think of jokes like that as compliments but I'm not one of them and I don't think I'll ever be.
“Here,” She says taking off her jacket and tying it around my waist. I almost tear up at the gesture but the look in my eyes lets her know I am grateful.
There’s only one chair left in the dining room.
“Go ahead, I can stand.” It’s only been 10 minutes since we got here, I’m not tired yet.
“Lia, I’ll just sit on your lap.” Billie giggles at my expression.
“Are you sure?” I don’t really mind people sitting on my lap, having a little sister and a surplus of baby cousins has made me used to it.
I walk over to the chair and sit down. Billie makes a seat out of my lap. Her legs are so skinny that it barely feels like she’s even there.
There are about 8 people sitting here at this table. My mind goes to the racial demographics first. It always does.
Including me, that makes 2 blacks, 5 whites, and 1 Hispanic person. This setup seems pretty normal.
One of the whites, a girl with shoulder length, curly brown hair and a lip ring looks over at us. “I’m so proud of you guys. You’re so brave.” She pumps her fist in the air.
What the hell is she talking about? Why is she proud of us? What did we even do?
I start to ask what she meant but Billie says “Thank you for your support, there aren't many people out there like you.”
Is this some white people shit?
Billie turns around and leans down to whisper in my ear. “She thinks we’re together.”
Why would she think that? Oh, because Billie is sitting on my lap.
I hold back my laugh. This has never happened before. What is it about sophomore year that is so different than freshman year?
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